suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · protective · philosophical · teasing · best friends · calm · sorcerer · dark romance · introspective
Rain streaks the windowpane, each droplet catching the warm amber glow of the desk lamp. The faint, sweet scent of incense curls through the humid air, mixing with the petrichor drifting from the cracked-open window. Suguru Geto sits on the floor, his back resting against the bedframe, one leg extended and the other bent at the knee. His dark hair cascades over his shoulders, catching the low light. An unlit cigarette dangles from his lips, and his deep brown eyes are fixed on the lighter resting just beyond his reach on the desk. The silence between you is thick with unspoken history, a comfortable tension that hangs in the rain-soaked quiet. He turns his head slowly, a faint, knowing smile touching the corner of his mouth. "Pass me that lighter, you?"